The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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A Few Clowns Short of a Circus... (Predator/OPEN!)
Posted by amaranta on Apr 10, 2009 15:00:25 GMT -6
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Jaxon had needed to get out for a while. The sanctuary was lovely, but, she needed time alone. She wasn’t used to being around people her own age, growing up around her parents and their friends, and she definitely wasn’t used to mutant teens. It didn't help that she had started having strange dreams about one of the large red clones, but she could never remember which one when she woke up. She was adjusting, but, like most things, it took time. There hadn’t been any major problems, just the little annoyances that were easily taken care of.
So today she had gotten out on her own. Taking the subway, she strolled through the flower market for a while, just thinking about things. She ended up walking through and out the other side. Down the block she could see flags and tents against the sky and skyscrapers, the breeze ruffling it. Looking around, she spotted the reason.
A circus was in town. Despite there being one in Central Park almost year round, Jaxon had never been, so she decided now was as good a time as any. Leaving the market, where she had fit in fairly well in her outfit: a white knee-length skirt, red heels, and a soft green and yellow top with a single strawberry printed asymmetrically on one side. She had bought a sunflower and tucked it behind her head in the thick twist of hair that fell down her back.
The smell of the ocean was faint this close to the harbor and it mixed with the smell of flowers, but the farther she walked from the market and closer to the circus, the smell changed to manure and greasy food. She didn’t fit in as well here; the concrete changed to the dirt and patchy grass of the empty lot being used, the people changed from decorators and artists dressed similarly to herself to families in jeans and kids in strollers, and the crowd was thicker and rougher. But after being to the underground cage fight, Jaxon wasn’t as bothered by rowdy crowds.
Paying for the ticket, she moved through the dingy stalls looking at the carnival games and other odds and ends. She bought an ice-cream cone and happily strolled, following the families and couples. Rounding a corner she gasped, skidding and nearly falling in her heels on the uneven ground, as she came face to face with a bear in a caged wagon. Though it looked bored and didn’t seem at all interested in the girl standing and staring in at him, he had sure scared Jaxon.
Taking a few steps back, she was surprised that there was a bear in the middle of vendors and games and no handler or keeper nearby. Walking away in confusion, looking back as she moved back on the path, she shook her head. She wove her way through clowns and men on stilts and jugglers and so called ‘freaks’, passing picture booths and popcorns stands next to beer stained picnic tables. Still thinking, but not about what she had originally been out for.
After her encounter with the bear, Jaxon threw away what was left of her cone, and found a drinking fountain to rinse the sticky drippings off. After a few more minutes of casual walking, she found the rest of the animals, a droopy elephant, a few scraggly horses, a pair of thin lions, and a cage with a bunch of small dirty dogs with vests and tutus on. Jaxon couldn’t help but wonder again why the bear was separate, and frown in disgust and confusion at the disgusting display, feeling sorry for the animals, and sorry she had come.
Posted by predator on Apr 10, 2009 15:41:30 GMT -6
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Predator was walking through the circus. He had been there earlier that day, and came back to see the parts of it he had missed. The so-called freaks and the animals. Freaks, he thought, they don't even know the meaning of the word... As he neared the animal cages, Predator stopped to buy an ice cream sandwich, one of the ones that had strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla icecream in them. Napoleon? Naplitan? Neopolitan, that's it.
When he reached the cages, however, the sandwich fell from his hand, unnoticed. The animals were in such poor states of neglect that they were forced to sleep in days old leavings, and both their food bowls and water dishes were empty. He stared, speechless, for a while. Finally, Predator felt the transformation begin. His muscles rippled, his frame grew, and his bones began to change. His black hair turned golden and began to flow back into a mane. A lion tail grew out of his back, with a golden tuft of hair on the end. Hair spread to cover his entire body, and as his height began to increase he stepped behind the lion cage. A daschound went by, and, twenty seconds or so into Predator's transformation, began to bark loudly at the lions in the cage. After about eight or so seconds of this, the larger lion let out a roar that startled the daschhound back. A few seconds later, a lion roar sounded that could be heard for miles, and cowed the smaller lions into the corner of their cage.
Predator put his paw on the top of the lion cage, and stepped downwards, crushing half of it to the ground and letting the lions free. Overcoming their inherent fear of Predator, they leapt over his paw and immediately set upon the humans around them. They were not viscous creatures, but the only humans they had had contact with had been their tormentors. Next came the elephant, as Predator sideswiped it's cage with his hindquarters as he was going after the icecream stall. He smashed it with his face, and slurped up the icecream in one gulp. He turned to a human who was running away from him, and reached out to grab her with his jaws, cradling her almost protectively. She screamed and begged to be let go, so Predator obliged her, throwing her flying through the air to crash into a tent some fifty feet away. He then took a few steps forward and crushed to ford that was attached to the lion cage with a paw, and roared again, sending more people scuttering.
Posted by amaranta on Apr 10, 2009 16:38:22 GMT -6
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Hearing a wet splat hitting the ground, Jaxon looked to the side that the noise came from and saw a young man who looked like some kind of monk. Looking around a little more she didn’t see any others and found that surprising, since she had only ever seen them in groups or pairs. Following his gaze, she realized he was looking at the animals similar to the way she had. It wasn’t surprising that he was more shocked than she was, if he was a monk it would be more than they were used to. After all, many of them wouldn’t hurt a fly.
She looked back to see something odd happening to the man. His body seemed to be changing under the fabric of his clothing. Taking a step back when she saw that he wasn’t simply flexing, but was somehow transforming into something, an animal that looked straight out of a painting, half dog half wild lion-beast. Sucking in her breath, she didn’t run… but she backed away, ducking around a corner and peeking through the bars, at the strange beast.
It stepped and swiped at cages, freeing animals. The lions ran past her, going after others. Jaxon could feel her heart pounding, the blood rushing in her ears… The power at the back of her mind pulsing as it fed on her fear and raising panic, throbbing and beating against the barriers she had built to keep it locked away and restrained. Looking down at her hand, it was shaking, she clenched it and pressed back against the bars of the now empty cage.
Ignoring how her dress was probably getting dirty and stained, she gripped a bar in her hand and held on, the other fist going to rest against her head above her ear, as if that little help would keep the floodgates from breaking. She could feel trickles of power, strings of energy escaping, but she couldn’t help that. Little four legged imps began to appear, dashing after the animals to climb and trick and bite the running people.
Jaxon squeezed her eyes shut, but trying to reel in the power was only letting more escape, so she focused on stopping the dam from breaking. If she could do that, if she could keep any big ones from coming out, Jaxon would be happy. Little ones could cause trouble and damage, but couldn’t really kill or severely hurt anyone.
Ignoring the running people, ignoring the animals, and even the supernatural beast that had set them all free, Jaxon ignored everything. Her focus was solely on keeping the walls up, keeping the flood back, and keeping the power contained. All she could do was mutter to herself about keeping in control. "Keep the walls... Control Jax... Control it. Don't let it boss you around... Keep it back.... the walls..."
Posted by predator on Apr 10, 2009 19:51:48 GMT -6
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Predator barely noticed the small demons who were terrorizing the people. He was more focused on freeing the animals. The dogs were out next, followed by the horses. The horses were scared out of their wits, with white showing all around their eyes. Predator next targeted the handlers of the animals, who had come running at the unmistakeably loud lion roar that Predator had emitted. Now they stood frozen in place, parylized by their terror. Predator ambled slowly up to one, and grabbed him in his jaws. The man's limbs found movement again, and he began to squirm and scream inside Predators mouth, his legs dangling outside of Predator's bronze teeth. With what might have been called a feral smile, Predator bit down, sending the man's legs to fall to the floor, blood spurting from cut arteries. He spat the top half out, and finally the handlers broke and ran.
Letting out a bloodcurling roar, Predator stood up on his hind legs to see across the circus to his next target: the big tent. Romping past lions and demons, both mauling humans vicously, he made his merry way to the bright orange and pink tent. Leaping over a freak-car, Predator took a swipe at the supposed "giant man", knocking him from his stilts and sending him crashing through the cloth walls of the tent. Predator then jumped to near the center of the tent, landing so hard that the wooden supports slowed him not one bit as he crashed through them, crushing the show's announcer to the floor as he landed. Deadened silence for five moments. Then a little kid said "Mommy, is that a real lion?" and all hell broke loose.
Posted by amaranta on Apr 10, 2009 21:00:51 GMT -6
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Jaxon’s eyes were flinching at the pain of holding back the flood of power. She staggered to her feet, surprised to find herself sitting on the ground. Stumbling across the packed dirt, she fell against the side of a popcorn stall, finally losing control of her powers. They burst past her gates, flooding her mind and sending energy streaking out to form a medium creature and a few smaller ones.
The burst of power made the pain of holding it back subside, and she was able to breathe again. Looking around she caught sight of one of the lions staring at her. She froze, but the lion took a step towards her. For a moment she couldn’t breathe, but the second step the animal took towards her made her suck in a breath and scream at the top of her lungs.
Predator turned, back the way he came, and started running in that direction. He crashed through the stands, sending people and deadly splinters alike flying through the air, and then began loping towards the animal cages. In a straight line. No matter what got in his way. People, cars, tents, and little demon things, they all scattered before him. Finally, he had almost reached the cages when he had to stop and and doubletake. A bear was pressed up against the bars, growling at Predator. Predator reached out and swiped the top of his cage off, unkowingly sending a woman behind the cage flying.
Posted by amaranta on Apr 12, 2009 14:38:14 GMT -6
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Jaxon hit the ground with a thud of flesh and bone meeting packed dirt. For a moment, everything went white with her eyes open but unable to see, her ears ringing, her body going numb, her mouth dry, while heat flushed though her and her extremities tingled. She gasped for air, her breath knocked out of her on impact, unable to pull in any oxygen. All thoughts were pushed aside and her whole body focused on survival,
Everything started to come back once she managed to pull in a breath, pain radiated from her ribcage. Her vision cleared in the center though the outer edges remained hazy and blurry and her ears kept ringing but somehow she could hear bits and pieces of the chaos around her. The heat that had flooded her body came together to form a big ball in her head, the numbness fading to reveal shocking pain in the shoulder she had landed on as well as the ribs underneath, and throbbing aches in the rest of her joints.
She had landed on her side, and once she could move she rolled to her back, sending pain stabbing through her. Jaxon simply lay on the ground a moment, but the sound of animals around her made her blink and struggle to her knees. An odd thought occurred to her, that her clothing would never be clean again.
Examining her shoulder, which seemed to be dislocated, and the ribs which were probably cracked or bruised, Jaxon missed that the smaller demons had faded, their energy funneling into a larger creature as they faded. This one stood on two legs, though still hazy as it formed its features were still visible; it had claws on its hands, horns on its head, blood red eyes, and was covered in hair. It looked like a minotaur from Greek legend, with a more demonic essence.
Posted by predator on Apr 17, 2009 18:04:56 GMT -6
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Predator roared again, but then noticed the smaller demon things dissapearing. First the ones farthest away from him, then the next ones, until they were all gone. He cocked his head in confusement, wondering why they could have dissapeared. He got his answer a few seconds later with the sound of a bull snorting and cloven hooves striking the ground. He slowly turned, to face what seemed to be a half-bull, half-man, all demon creature. And it was looking right at him.
Predator took a step forward, and roared in challenge, growling deep in his throat as the last notes faded away. In return, the demon launched itself into a charge, lowering it's head to try and impale Predator. He met it's charge with one of his own, crouching low to the ground and then leaping up under the thing's head, claws and teeth first. It was a battle of legends, a clash of titans, and only one would leave it alive. Unfortunately, this great battle was occuring just above a young woman with some serious injuries...
Posted by amaranta on Apr 19, 2009 13:18:49 GMT -6
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Jaxon was dazed, the sudden flood of power going in a different direction was disorienting, and her eyes clouded. Shivering for some reason, Jaxon was both surprised and grateful to hear sirens. Someone had called the cops. Looking around, as if expecting to find them right next to her, she could see the lights of the police cars beyond the gates. She could also see the creature she had unintentionally created.
It was focused on her, and there was what looked like anger in its eyes. That had never happened before, she had never seen those kinds of emotions or intelligence in the demons, and it scared Jaxon. And the creature wanted to hurt her, she could feel it.
Before it could act, the other thing, the one the monk had become, attacked it though Jaxon couldn’t imagine why. She was grateful that the beast wasn’t focused on her anymore though, now it was occupied with hurting the creature that had started the whole mess. Unfortunately though, Jaxon ended up beneath the feet of the animals. She couldn’t move her dislocated arm fast enough, and the Minotaur stepped on her wrist, the hoof easily crushing the delicate bones before it stepped away to continue the fight. Jaxon screamed, the agony unbearable and so intense that she wasn’t even given the peace of unconsciousness.
When she was able to open her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, she could see a line of shocked police officers making way for a SWAT team. A few of the officers were trying to get her attention and when they had it they threw a rope towards her. They were shouting instructions, but Jaxon couldn’t understand or make sense of it and the rope fell short. They wound the rope and tried again, still shouting and trying to tell her how to grab it. Jaxon didn’t get any of it, but she wrapped the rope around her hand clumsily.
Then they dragged her. The dirt and earth scratched and tore her clothing, leaving red streaks and gouges of blood on her skin. She lost her grip on the rope twice and they had to throw it again, friction burns striping her palm. Soon though, they were able to run out and grab her, shouting in pain when they tried to lift her by her shoulders. They got her to a waiting ambulance where several paramedics were tending to other people with lesser injuries. A few of them dropped what they were doing to attend to Jaxon.
Her emotions and pain had continued to fuel the minotaur, and she wasn’t far enough away for it to begin to fade on it’s own. The battle between the giant lion and the beast she had created continued in the background. Jaxon started to go into shock as the medics worked, and they quickly shot her full of drugs. She wasn’t even able to fight the needles and drugs. They managed to get her shoulder back in the socket, Jaxon’s pain dulled with drugs, and began wrapping and splinting her. When they got to her wrist they started the ambulance, knowing they had to get her to the hospital fast.
((OOC: Edit happened 4-28-09, just to close up the thread. Predator, if you plan to keep playing this, let me know and I'll change this last bit.))
When another ambulance arrived to take their place, the paramedics packed Jaxon up and the vehicle drove to the hospital, siren blareing. Soon, as Jaxon got far enough away, the creature she had summoned, vanished in a shadow and a whisp, sucked back to wherever it came from.
When Jax woke up at the hospital, she immediately checked herself out and made her way back to the Sanctuary. She knew they had healers there who would be able to help her.
